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The first stanza , therefore , was the following - as grim a picture as Blake or
Fuseli could have dreamed and painted : “ Though you should build a bark of
dead men ' s bones , And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast , Stitch shrouds
together for a ...
The first stanza , therefore , was the following - as grim a picture as Blake or
Fuseli could have dreamed and painted : “ Though you should build a bark of
dead men ' s bones , And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast , Stitch shrouds
together for a ...
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To every symbol on his forehead high ; She saw it waxing very pale and dead ,
And straight all flush ' d ; so , lisped tenderly , “ Lorenzo ! ” here she ceased her
timid quest , But in her tone and look he read the rest . VIII . “ O Isabella ! I can half
...
To every symbol on his forehead high ; She saw it waxing very pale and dead ,
And straight all flush ' d ; so , lisped tenderly , “ Lorenzo ! ” here she ceased her
timid quest , But in her tone and look he read the rest . VIII . “ O Isabella ! I can half
...
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... dead , Too many doleful stories do we see , Whose matter in bright gold were
best be read ; Except in such a page where Theseus ' spouse Over the pathless
waves towards him bows . XIII . But , for the general award of love 28 ISABELLA .
... dead , Too many doleful stories do we see , Whose matter in bright gold were
best be read ; Except in such a page where Theseus ' spouse Over the pathless
waves towards him bows . XIII . But , for the general award of love 28 ISABELLA .
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... monster ' s head , But one , whose gentleness did well accord With death , as
life . The ancient harps have said , Love never dies , but lives , immortal Lord : If
Love impersonate was ever dead , Pale Isabella kiss ' d it , and low moan ' d .
... monster ' s head , But one , whose gentleness did well accord With death , as
life . The ancient harps have said , Love never dies , but lives , immortal Lord : If
Love impersonate was ever dead , Pale Isabella kiss ' d it , and low moan ' d .
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Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ;
Sound mournfully upon the winds and low ; For simple Isabel is soon to be
Among the dead : She withers , like a palm Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm .
LVII .
Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ;
Sound mournfully upon the winds and low ; For simple Isabel is soon to be
Among the dead : She withers , like a palm Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm .
LVII .
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| Назва | The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 The Letters and Poems of John Keats, John Gilmer Speed |
| Автор | John Keats |
| Редактор | John Gilmer Speed |
| Видавець | Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
| Оригінал із | Прінстонський університет |
| Оцифровано | 5 груд. 2008 |
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